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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.