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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.