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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
The Names,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.