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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.