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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.