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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.