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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.