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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.