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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.