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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.