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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
New Order,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.