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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.