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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Can,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.