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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.