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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.