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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.