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 South Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.