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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.