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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Index,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Can,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.