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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.