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 Algeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Lalann,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.