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 Venezuela and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.