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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Monks,
Inner City,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
the Association,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.