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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.