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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.