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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.