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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.