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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.