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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.