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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.