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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.