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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Q65,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.