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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.