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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.