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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.