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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.