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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Television,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.