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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.