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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.