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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.