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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.