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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.