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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Slave,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.