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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.