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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.