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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.