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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.