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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.