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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Slave,
X-102,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.