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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.