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 Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Index,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.