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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.