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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.