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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.