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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.