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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.