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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Monolake,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.