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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.