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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.