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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.