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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.