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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Organ,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.