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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.