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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.