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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
EPMD,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.