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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.