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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
The Index,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.