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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
UT,
The Slits,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.