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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.