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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Sparks,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.