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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.