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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Warsaw 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.