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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.