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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 the Germs to the punk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.