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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Can,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Section 25,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.