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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.