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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.