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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.