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 Antigua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.