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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.