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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.