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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 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?
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.