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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.