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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.