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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Gong,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Index,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.