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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.