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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Deakin,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Scion,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.