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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
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.