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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Organ,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.