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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 UT to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.