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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.