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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 dance 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.