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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.