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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.