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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Wire,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.