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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.