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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.