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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.