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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.