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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Moebius 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.