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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.