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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.