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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.