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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Skaos,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.