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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.