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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.