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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
a-ha,
MDC,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.