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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Wings,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.