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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.