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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.