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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.