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 Barbados 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.