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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.