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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.