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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.