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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.