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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.