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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.