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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.