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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
John Holt,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.