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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.