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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Brick,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.