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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.