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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.