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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.