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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.