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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.