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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.