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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.