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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.