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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Symarip,
Crime,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.