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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.