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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
X-101,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.