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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.