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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.