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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.