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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.