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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Swans,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.