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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.