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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.