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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.