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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Scion,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.