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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Fear,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.