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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.