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 Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 David Bowie 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 Black Sheep 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
the Association,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.