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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.