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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.