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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
The Move,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.