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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.