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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.