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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.