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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.