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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.