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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Move,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.