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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.