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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.