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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Skriet,
Faust,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.