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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Index,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.