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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.