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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
PIL,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.