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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The Remains,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.