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 Taiwan and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Stooges to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.