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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.