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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.