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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
X-102,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.