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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.