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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.