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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.