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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.