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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.