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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.