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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
June Days,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.