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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Magma,
The Move,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.