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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.