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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.