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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.