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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.