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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Index,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.