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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.