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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.