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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.