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 United States and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Index,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.