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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.