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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Nico,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.