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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.