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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Lalann,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
DNA,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
The Wake,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.