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 Niger 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.