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 France and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.