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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.