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 United States and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.