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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
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.