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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Q65,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.