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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.