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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.