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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.