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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.