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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.