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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.