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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack 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 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.