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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Severed Heads 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.