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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.