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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike 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 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.