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 Greece 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.