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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.