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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.