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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.