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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.