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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.