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 Tonga 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.