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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.