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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.