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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.