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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.