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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.