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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.