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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.