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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Cameo,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.