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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.