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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.