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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.