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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
MC5,
cv313,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.