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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.