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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
PIL,
JFA,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.