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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Pole to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.