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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Television,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.