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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.