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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.