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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.