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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
The Residents,
Organ,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.