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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.