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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Interpol,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.