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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.