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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.