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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.