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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.