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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Faust,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.