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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.