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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.