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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.