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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Japan 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 grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.