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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
June Days,
New Order,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.