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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.