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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Index,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.