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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.