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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.