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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
cv313,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.