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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 T. Rex to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.