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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Los Fastidios 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.