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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Gong,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.