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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Faust,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.