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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.