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 Lesotho and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.