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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Nas,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.