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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.