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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.