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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.