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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.