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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Television,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.