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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.