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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Technova,
10cc,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.