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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.