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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Index,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.