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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.