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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.