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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Nico,
Josef K,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.