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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moleskins to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Flipper,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.