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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.