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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
New Order,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.