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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.