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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.