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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.