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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.