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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.