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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.