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 United States and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.