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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hardrive 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.