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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.