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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.