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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.