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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Organ 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.