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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.