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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Wings,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.