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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
CMW,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Television,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.