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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Pole,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Brick,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.