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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.