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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.