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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Magma to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.