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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.