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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.