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 Zambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.