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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.