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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.