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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.