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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.