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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.