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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.