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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.