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 Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
The Doors,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.