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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All New Order 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 grunge 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.