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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.