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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.