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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.