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 Japan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.