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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
UT,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.