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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.