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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.