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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.