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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.