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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Sheep 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.