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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.