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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.