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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.