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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.