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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.