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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.