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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.