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 Brunei 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.