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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.