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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.