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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.