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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.