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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.