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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 World's Most to the funk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.