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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Visage,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.