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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.