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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.