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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.