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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.