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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.