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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Trumans Water 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.