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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.