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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.