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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.