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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.