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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.