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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.