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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.