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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.