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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.