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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.