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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.