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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.