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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.