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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Grass Roots 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Smog,
The Move,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.