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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Pole,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.