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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.