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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.