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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.