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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
ABC,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.