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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.