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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.