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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Fear,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.