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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.