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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Stooges 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Supertramp,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.