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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.