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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.