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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.