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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.