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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.