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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.