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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Gories,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.