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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.