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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.