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 Monaco 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.