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 Russia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pop Group to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.