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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Television,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.