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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.