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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.