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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.