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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Moon to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.