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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Index,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.