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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Scion,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Franke,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.