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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.