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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.