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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.