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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.