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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.