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 France and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.