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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.