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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.