Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.