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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.