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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 Shuggie Otis 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.