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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Wings,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Nas,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.