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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.