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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
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.