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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.