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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.