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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.