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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.