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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Kayak,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.