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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.