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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.