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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Index,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.