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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Mars,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.