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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Television,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.