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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.