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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.