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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.