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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.