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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 MC5 to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.