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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Suicide,
JFA,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.