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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.