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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.