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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.