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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.