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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.