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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.