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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
The Doors,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.