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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.