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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.