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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.