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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.