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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Funkadelic to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
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.