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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.