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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Monks,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.