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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.