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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.