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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
UT,
The Residents,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.