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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.