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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.