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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.