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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
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.