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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.