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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
CMW,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.