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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.