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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.