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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.