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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.