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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.