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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.