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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Leaves to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.