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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.