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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Von Mondo to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.