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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
New Order,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.