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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.