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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.