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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.