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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.