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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.