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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.