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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.