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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.