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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Visage,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.