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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.