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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.