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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.