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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.