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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.