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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.