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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.