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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Visage,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Can,
John Cale,
Organ,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.