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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.