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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.