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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.