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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.