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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.