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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Skarface,
AZ,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.