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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.