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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.