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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.