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 Equatorial Guinea 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 Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.