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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
The Names,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.