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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.