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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.