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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.