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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.