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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.