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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.