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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.