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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.