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 Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Saints to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.