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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.