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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.