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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Monks to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
EPMD,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.