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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.