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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.