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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.