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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.