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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.