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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.