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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.