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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.