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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.