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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.