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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Slave,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.