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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.