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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Pole,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.