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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.