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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.