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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.