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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.