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 Brazil 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Association,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.