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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
John Cale,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.