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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.