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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.