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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.