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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.