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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.