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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.