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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.