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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.