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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Can,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.