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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.