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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.