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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.