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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
cv313,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.