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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Gichy Dan 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Happenings,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.