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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
10cc,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.