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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.