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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Faraquet 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Wire,
The Names,
Mars,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.