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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.